Which came first will eventually float away with other quiet sunrisen thoughts
if there was an answer or if it mattered we would not have to question such
matters of
passed hearts
quiet conversations that went towards a bent horizon in it’s whispered beginnings
false looks from across miles of rooms covered with faded murmured wallpapers   
I can’t call it lies nor can I frame it with any pain
most injuries heal as long as wounds are licked instead of scab peeling
inside out
flesh wounds and sprains
all make for pretty pictures
when you are holding the color palette


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